Later today, just as we were feeling peckish and seeking out our traditional tea-time conical corn chips, we received a package from the blushing weekly intended as a riff on Mad Men’s Y&R/S.D.C.P. fratty rivalry—and inside? Bugles, naturally (as well as some copies of our second-favorite peach-colored newspaper, on which we’ve been meaning to stock up). And not just traditional Bugles, but caramel Bugles (taste worse than they sound), hot buffalo Bugles (taste better than they sound), and the subsequent Bugle debris that now litters our carpeting. Thank you, New York Observer!